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Who: Daenerys Targaryen
Broadcast: Fleetwide video.
Action: She can be found on the Hospitality Deck of the Marsiva if anyone wants to find her wandering around.
When: Today!

[Daenerys hadn't even had fortnight to settle in, to take in the situation she's found herself in. One moment she was in the almost safety of Drogon's company and the next she was surrounded by Dothraki. Now? She was.... looking at a strange speaking device? She learned enough that people could communicate with it, but not enough right away on how to do so herself. It takes her a moment to figure it out and when she finally does, her violet eyes are still wide with concern on the video feed. Once she realizes it's working, she tries to go for a more calm and assertive outward appearance.]

To think that such a place would be capable of stealing so many from their homes. I can't imagine the ransom they'd be seeking. I wish to speak to whoever thought it wise to attempt such a feat and if any others can provide valuable information, mayhap you'll receive a reward from me in return.

[Mostly her eternal gratitude, given that she had little else on her person in the way of money. Carefully, she tucks a stray silver lock behind her ear. She wanted to ask where Drogon was and yet she knew outright asking her captors where they'd taken her dragon might be too foolish of a thing to attempt.]

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[Oh sweet summer child, you're in for a ride.]

Oh, it's no ransom they're seeking. They want you to be a part of their little troupe to provide entertainment for the nebulous masses that are apparently watching us. And unfortunately you won't be speaking to them anytime soon. Atroma doesn't seem keen to speak to any of us.

[Ciri's taken to wandering about herself, not that there's terribly much to see after one walk around the open space. Well, in a way--she does do a double take and pause in her steps when she sees someone with such light hair, similar to her own.

She doesn't immediately say anything, just watches her. She doesn't realize she's staring.]

[As long as it's not nearly as bumpy as clinging for dear life on the back of a dragon, it probably isn't going to be too bad or too hard to find her feet.]

Do they take us for dwarves or slaves? I don't parade around in costume on some unseen master's command.

[She actually sympathized with the way dwarves and slaves were treated in Slaver's Bay. She'd put a stop to the fighting pits until it was promised no violence would continue in her streets if she allowed it to resume. That hadn't gone too well in her favor.]

[Dany, for her part, hadn't noticed her yet. She was busying herself with the strange food she'd happened upon. It looked a bit like some sort of chocolate dish. It didn't appeal to her and yet she knew she should probably eat something. Though there was always the worry that the food might be poisoned. That could pose a problem.

She felt completely out of place wearing her clothing that had been made for her in Mereen, her crown with three dragon heads perched in her braided hair. Others she had passed by were wearing much different clothing. It made her feel as if it might well be impossible for her to blend in.]

[One of the first things Ciri did, after checking her abilities, was test the food. So far, so good. So it's with some certainty that she decides to speak up.]

There's nothing wrong with the food. Some of it tastes odd, but we weren't brought here to be poisoned.

[Not their style of entertainment, apparently.]

Really? I should count myself lucky then. It wouldn't be the first time someone tried to kill me.

[Her tone is strained as she speaks, looking up from her food for the first time since she'd posted her message to the network. Her surprise is apparent. She'd never met anyone else with silver blonde hair like her own. She was thought to be the last of her family and yet this girl looked as if she might fit well with them, as far as looks.]

You are a captive like myself? Or just someone who knows a great deal more.

[You and her both, sister. She smiles a little at the comment and the look when she sees her hair. A coincidence, surely, but an amusing one. The eyes are interesting, too--violet, like Yen's, and just as pretty.]

Captive, though I very much dislike the word. From what I've learned it seems that all of us on this ship are new.

[... now here was a face he did not expect to see for some time yet. Which was extremely useful, in a way, and relieving in many others. He had pledged his loyalty to this missing Queen and Mother of Dragons, and now to have her here settled his mind once more what was necessary.

He dips into a bow to her, his voice both calm and smooth.] Their ransom has no limit, my lady Queen.

We have at least one dwarf in the fleet so I doubt they don't know the difference. But no, it's nothing quite so overt as that. They just like to stick a bunch of people on a ship, make them work together and see what happens. The worlds and stations we make stops at provide a different backdrop, but aside from the people they bring in and a few other odd things, our "hosts" don't interfere terribly much, it seems.

[This comes from only a couple weeks' worth of experience. And Atroma has been unusually quiet lately.]

[Someone who called her Queen and yet spoke the Common Tongue? Interesting. If he wasn't from Essos he was from Westeros, yet he didn't resemble what might typically be the common people who, as Illyrio told her, drank to her health.

The way he carried himself told her that he was educated. Perhaps one of the noble houses which she meant to crush. One look at him told her much. Blonde hair, short stature. She'd heard of him, though not much beyond knowing his family. Viserys made sure she knew their enemies, even if he didn't allow for much else of their home beyond old bloody histories.]

It's probably fortunate for you then, that here such negotiations are ineffectual. I can't imagine anyone from your boy king's court would let you live long if they heard you call me Queen, Lannister.

[She says his surname with a distinct note of disgust to it. Oh, she'd heard much of his family's deeds and not just to her own family, even if it was no consequence what they had done with the war they waged on her rightful kingdom. They could all kill one another and be done with it, for all she cared. That meant less Usurpers and less enemies when she finally reached their doorstep.]

I am curious, though - why.

[Mostly because a part of her felt frightened of the idea that someone who was supposed to be her enemy might actually be someone she should trust.]

Unfortunately, there isn't a ransom offered.

[But people have been talking to her, so she knows the basics, hopefully. So, instead:]

Are you all right? I'll answer any questions you have.

[He's twenty-one, but he looks far older-- hair going grey in areas, scars both new and old along his neck, scattered across his face. He smiles, though, and his gaze is friendly, if not tired.]

[ Sascha might not be much help in the way of finding dragons or...much of anything at all, but at least she's found something a little bit closer to one than a human? He's got the teeth and the longevity. Those should count for something right? Even if at the moment neither are all that apparent.

And he's also trying to navigate the hospitality deck by moving slowly with his arms stretched out in front of him like a blind man, but there you go. ]

[Glitch is also on the Marsiva for now.

He is the scruffy, ragged remains of what seems to have once been an elegant and dignified man in uniform. His uniform is now tattered and torn from hard living and his pale skin is vaguely pallid, highlighted by his dark, matted hair and the gleaming silver zip that bisects his scalp.

He's curled up so he can watch out a window, looking at the stars, but he periodically jerks and looks around himself with mild alarm. During one of these jerks, he looks and spies silver hair at a distance.]

Your Majesty!

They hold us hostage with nothing more to gain but their own entertainment. So I've heard the right of it on that account?

[She's actually touched a stranger wants to help her. She wasn't expecting much in the way of help let alone concern.]

I don't suppose you know where things we are missing from home might be kept? I'm missing something important to me. It should have been with me when I arrived.

[Drogon was more than a 'something' to her. He was her child, born of fire and raised up by her with his brothers. However, she wasn't about to tell a stranger that she possessed something so powerful, kind or no.]

As far as I know, if you don't have it on your person, it won't be found. My friend left something rather important at home. There's always the chance of getting it back from-- you know-- being entertaining, or you can try to make it, but--

Sorry.

[He does look sorry, too, though he knows better enough than to ask what it is she's missing.]

My name is Remus Lupin.

What I'm missing would be incredibly hard to replicate. It's one of a kind where I'm from.

[Which is why it's such a big deal that she has three of them when dragons haven't been seen for thousands of years.]

There's no need to apologize for something you had no hand in.

[But she can offer him her name, since he's given her his.]

Daenerys of House Targaryen. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[.... she will just skip the lengthy titles for now.]

[It just so happened she heard him, having not noticed him when she passed by him until he spoke. Turning, she stops to address him. Did he know her? Or perhaps he was mistaken.]

Yes?

[If he was looking for someone that was a royal, then he need look no further. She wore her crown adorned with three dragons proudly and her carefully made gown which had been repaired by some strange fortune when she awoke.]

[The problem is, with her silver hair and purple eyes, she looks a lot like someone very dear to Glitch. His Queen.

He comes over, bowing low and taking her hand, kissing it without lifting it up to him.]

[Oh. While being treated in such a way isn't completely foreign to her it still threw her for a loop that a stranger was doing it. The surprise was enough to make her blush, just a shade.]

I-I'm sorry. I am a Queen but I think you have me mistaken for someone else.

[Unless he was from Westeros? She'd already found the Lannister Imp. Gods be good, swallow her whole? She was so embarrassed right now.]

Please rise.

[And with the hand currently not being kissed, she tries to reach for him to help him stand on his feet.]

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[He stands up, looking her in the face and suddenly realising he doesn't know this woman. And he doesn't know who he thought she was.

He stumbles to his feet and gives her a shaky smile.]

Oh. I am so sorry, I have no idea who you are. Not that's so unusual for me, I don't remember who anyone is. Have we met?

[ When Alistair spots yet another newcomer, he's basically ready for it - ready to approach her and hold out his ever-present tray of protein mush. ]

Want some? It's pretty bad, but it's the closest thing to food you'll get here, as far as I've been able to find.

No, but I don't suppose we could amend that, now that we can have a proper conversation.

[She smiles as well, glad that he was standing instead of kneeling and kissing her hand. Sometimes it was a wonder she even was a Queen. At her core, she was still just a girl, despite everything she'd done and seen.]

I am Daenerys of House Targaryen. And you are?

[His protein mush looked about as appetizing than anything else she'd seen though she still isn't sure she should trust it. They were here for entertainment and yet what was more entertaining than poisoning someone or starving them to death with barely edible gruel?]

You've tasted it? I can't even figure out what sort of dish it's supposed to be.

[Not that looks were a requirement for her to eat something. Dothraki food had turned her off at first too. And yet, food was food. That didn't change.]

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[He really did look like a blind man, with the way he was walking. As he drew closer to her, she reached out in an attempt to steady him.]

Are you alright?

[He was blind, wasn't he?]

I'm Glitch. They call me that on account of sometimes my synapses don't fire right. Fire right.

[He doesn't seem to notice his repetition.]

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